I left NYC for the Connecticut coast. After less than 2 years away, I moved back to the city for good.

• For a while, I felt I was thriving among beautiful views, fresh air, and lower living costs.
• Almost two years later, I missed New York City, warts and all, and moved back. I’m so glad I did.

Sometimes I get a yearning for grass and fresh air. At the end of each month, I certainly yearn for cheaper living quarters, but not when I take the M train.

Even now, at 32 years old with a jaded lived reality and mounting bills, when I chug over the Williamsburg Bridge, I feel 23. I see the city lights on every side of me, and I’m filled with this childlike wonder and optimism.

I feel like I’m home, where anything is possible.